Certified Steppas (feat. F.O.E. E Skrilla)

Stay in your lane, we don't do all That disrespecting You can't look me in my eyes with These Gucci frames on the sunny Day look in the sky, so they turn To some shades Yeah, F-O-E, Shawn The Don, a Real Certified stepper Boy, it ain't nothing new, being True to this shit, yeah, yeah, yeah I been certified in making mamas Cry, nigga Look me in my eyes, nigga, don't You even try I'm stepping on and over shit, Boy, you been a bitch If you keep on talking shit, you Gone get your bitch hit Oh its like that, no, nigga, it's like This Been shining on you hoes, boy, Check my outfit It's Dior to the floor These hoes can't ignore it Slamming dick down their throat, Trying to break the backboard They always into something Better Watch out for these youngins They out here snatching life's Yeah, that boy keep him a pipe His chopper hold a hundred, and He can't even aim That's the different between life And staying true to this game A certified stepper, like sigma, psi And delta Deez 762's, steady ripping Through your shelter Aiming for your head, shoot your ID off the dresser Now he hoping for a visit, cause He only got letters Life without parole is the only thing they know Niggas doing life and never told On a soul Let us find out You was running your mouth We gone air that ass out without a Motherfucking doubt Hang your ass out to dry We gonna make your mama cry Watch out for these youngins, Cause they kill over nothing Now he back up in the trap Yeah, we got that bitch jumping A real stepper type nigga You can't tell that boy nothing Stay in your lane We don't do all that disrespect Ain't playing games We'll whoop your ass, but this Ain't Tekken FOE is what we repping, and That's how we stepping I'm Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon with this Smith & Wesson You can't look me in my eyes with These Gucci frames On a sunny day, look in the sky, so They turn to some shades All these people in my business Fucking paparazzi Waiting on my downfall Won't be a kamikaze Certified steppers Come through this bitch Stomping Gotta apply that pressure when You feel that blood pumping I know my oppressors and I see Them when they coming Niggas mad because I turn Nothing into something Bitch, I'm shining You can see me through the fog Throw me the rock just so I can Show you how to ball You gotta know the plays and Know which ones to call I'm a dog Don't get caught between my Motherfucking jaws The dirty mitten full of pussy boys We call them kitten And we balling in the city just like The Detroit Pistons Them hoes calling We just have our fun and then Dismiss them Keep the grass cut so I ain't gotta worry about the hissing Life without parole is the only thing they know Niggas doing life and never told On a soul Let us find out You was running your mouth We gonna air that ass out Without a motherfucking doubt Hang your ass out to dry We gonna make your mama cry Watch out for these youngins Cause they kill over nothing Now he back up in the trap Yeah, we got that bitch jumping A real stepper type nigga You can't tell that boy nothing A certified stepper Like Sigma, PSI, Delta Deez-7-6-2's steady ripping Through your shoulder Aiming for your head Shoot your ID off the dresser Now he hoping for a visit cause He only got letters It's Dior to the floor These hoes came to North Slamming dick down their throat Trying to break the backboard Shaq Diesel And we balling in the city just like The Detroit Pistons Them hoes calling We just have our fun and then Dismiss them Keep the grass cut so I ain't gotta Worry about the hissing FOE Entertainment